VIOLET'S LAST WORDS TO ME




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by Randy Reynolds



The words she wanted were way down deep
in the murky abyss at the edge of sleep.
She backed away from her tunnel of light
and, fighting painkillers to phrase it right,
said what she said in a weak little voice
that I barely heard above hospital noise...
“My boy... came to love ...me today.”